It was 5:45 p.m. and we were on the highway, almost home. My husband asked me, “So you have fifteen minutes left, what do you want?”
Without hesitation I said, “A cold beer and a hot shower.”
I have always lived the last-minute philosophy. I would write papers a day or so before they were due, study for tests by pulling all-nighters, having a dinner party tomorrow? Better plan a menu!
It makes me feel more alive to be squeezed for time, hemmed in. It is then that everything becomes clear. Knowing that I wanted something so simple as a beer and a shower after along day makes me wonder why I didn’t realize this earlier in the week. When thinking about the Rapture last week, when there were days left and not minutes, I had no idea what I wanted. Like the proverbial kid-in-a-candy-store, there were too many possibilities for my brain to comprehend.
When writing, my deadlines continue to come down to the wire. I get amped up on panic and self-doubt, the double-whammy for any creative soul. Intuitively, I know this is insane behavior. But if the definition of insane is doing the same thing again and again and expecting a different result, well, strap me into a white jacket and just say it like it is.
But don’t tell me just yet, I have a beer with my name on it.
What were your last few minutes like?